By gods, Gene Kelly could dance. He had strength and sex appeal. No cutesy numbers like Fred Astaire would pull out - serious feats of choreography, physical endurance and emotion. Especially when he danced with Cyd Charisse - va va voom! Those two had some serious chemistry and technical ability going on. Cyd Charisse could rock it on her own, to be fair, but with Gene Kelly, there was magic.
I would've loved to have been a dancer, specifically a ballerina. I took lessons early on, but heard my mum complaining about having to drive me to them, so gave it up. Dumb thing to do. I would take up lessons now, only I'm lacking in cash and time. Plus, as it would only be for recreation, I kinda feel undeserving of lessons...or something silly like that. Still, I want to know how to dance properly: swing, salsa, ballet, waltz, foxtrot, all sorts. I want to kick my legs up like Cyd Charisse without getting a cramp. I want to be flung around by some guy who knows his moves, without treading on his toes or passing out. I want to bend, writhe, and move. I want to dance!
Maybe in the holidays, I'll go to a local salsa class. I might even head out to the Bloch store, and kit myself out whilst coveting the pointe shoes. More likely though, I'll sit on the couch, eating ice-cream, watching old movies and envying those dance moves.